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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 26, 2012 13:53:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]don't ever look back.
The young pirate captain sat at the table, watching as the little black ball spun around and around within the wheel until it finally landed on a red square, coming to a complete halt as the faces of the onlookers turned pale. It seemed as though he won again, how fortunate for him, but for everyone else it would be deemed a loss. Perhaps his luck had finally begun to go up or maybe there was something more to all of this. Either way, the male would crack a cool smile as he sipped on some rum out of the golden cup one of the serving girls had so graciously given him. Until now, he really didn't believe he liked to gamble but as he realized it, he figured out that gambling was his life. But he didn't gamble for simple things, not just money. He gambled everything, bet it all on him becoming a famous pirate.
"T-thirty th-three red! The boy pirate wins again!" The dealer would say nervously, his eyes shifting around the general area at the crowd who was now watching him. If he gave this boy one more win it would be his ass. After all, a ship of this type doesn't get rich by giving away money. Sweating as he looked at Dmitri, his trembling lips would curl into a rude snarl. "Alright kid, I think you had enough, why not try a different table and try your luck already?"
All eyes on him, he sat there and gave the dealer a bored look. Ah, there were ulterior motives behind getting him to leave, but the man did make a good point. "You're right. Maybe I should." He would say without bothering to protest, opening a wooden box full of chips only to add to his horde with his new winnings.
Walking of in a cool stride, he would get up and go his own way. This place was a magnificent place full of wonder and most importantly, money. A giant ship with more gold, wealth and power than most groups of islands held altogether. Not only that, there would be a big event in which he could make himself known and gain even more currency. He could care less about the money, but the fame would be his true objective. Not only that, with so many other pirates in the area, he was sure he could find someone worthwhile to join him on his adventures. In other words there were two objectives. Show everyone the might of Captain Nightengale and then wrap his fingers around a crew. A simple plan, but it would prove to me more difficult than ti sounded, that's how life always was.
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 26, 2012 14:59:32 GMT -5
"So, this is Millions Colossus huh? Eh, I've seen nicer" snidely remarked the young pirate as he walked toward the giant casino. Any other person would have been awe inspired by its beauty and glamour, and to be honest, Julius was too, he'd just never admit it.
He took a minute to wonder why he was here before entering the casino, sure, he really needed the money, and it was a great opportunity to get plenty of beli, but he was never really a gambling man. Opting to take a chance, he opened the large double doors of the casino, and walked into the bustling madness of people playing slots, craps, blackjack, and all other sorts of gambling games. He went up to a desk, and put down all the beli he had, a measly 1,000.
"Yes, I'd like to trade these in for chips please"
The man behind the desk merely looked at the chips a second before quietly laughing to himself, "Sure kid" before taking the beli and in turn giving him two chips.
"Um.. thanks" the young pirate replied, not failing to realize the patheticness of his haul. With a sigh, he began to look for a table, although he wasn't to sure which game he would play.
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 26, 2012 15:37:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]don't ever look back.
Carrying the wooden box in the palm of his right hand, the male would continue walking down the endless rows of tables, slot machines and other assorted gambling areas, wondering what he should attempt to do next. Dmitri had to admit he had a knack for this thing, but knew that this was merely to pass the time. Eventually there would be a haul that would catch his eyes and being worth stealing for himself, if only he knew what that would be.
A familiar face would grace him, a rival of sorts or perhaps even an acquaintance. Either way, this Fawkes guy seemed like he wasn't going away. Maybe he didn't get the point the last time they met. Though one thing would be sure, he'd make himself known as the more superior pirate by the time he left this monstrosity of a boat. It was just sad that this kid thought he couldn't see the big picture. "So, you're here too, Yonko-boy?"
Although the title of Yonko sounded nice, but Dmitri set his eyes on another prize. Everyone who took the time to talk to him or heard about him would know what the blond was truly aiming for. To become the King of Pirates was a feat many aimed for, but many feared as well. It could be called the road less traveled or more accurately the road less survived.
"So, you've come here to give me all your beli as an apology for wasting my time from our last meeting? Or do you have another goal set in mind? Or do you want to steal my own winnings and prove yourself to be a pirate?" Dmitri would tease and jest his rival, if he could call him that. Right then and there he would open up the small wooden box, revealing a mound of brown chips and of course the brown ones were the ones that had the most value. With that little glimpse, he would shut the box forcefully and smirk slightly as his other hand rested upon the hilt of his Masamune.
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Post by Pizza Hut Jones on Nov 26, 2012 17:03:25 GMT -5
Perhaps one had not expected him to be here? Oh hell nah of course his ass would be seen in the lands of Millions Colossus, after all one who knew who he was would know that he would come to the island. So many riches, so much food...so much competition. There was the things he loved in this island, first the drinks and food he had not been getting for so long, then all the money, and jewelry he could grasp away from people, the women that inhabited these lands, and the fights and chaos that awaited him. In fact about the fights, and chaos if he had heard correct an unknown person has been kidnapping people within the island, in his face the person was probably a guy who was so unfortunate in the charisma one should use for girls, he became a pedophile and an homosexual, the taught of the mysterious person vanishing from his head as he saw every thing he so wanted. Money...money, jewelry, the fine curves of women, and thugs, thief's, and pirates just waiting to get their ass kicked by the blood lusting Pizza. Yet his eyes stayed dreamy, stars of comical joy showing up in his eyes. Drool of transparent hue coming off his jaws in overdrive excitement.
His skull moved around, one could tell his inability to catch every thing he was currently admiring in his sight. Tongue hanging off his jaws like the wild dog he was, feet jumping up for them to come back down, the iron under his wooden sandals being heard at a rapid movement Tic Tac Tic Tac. It did not take long before Pizza actually moved, legs of long and slim build making their way unto a women. His optics beaming at her breast, and her curves...so amazing. The first thing that happened was the women shooting him a smile, his leg rising to slam his sandals down on the pavement only for a loud Tac! to be heard, words rolling of his tongue "Why hey there, i just came into this island and i am happy to see that every thing looks not too bad, oh who am i kidding every thing looks great, and you are one of the great things i have seen so far, i trust women like you are around here a lot." A deep chuckle would come off his mouth, the women before him blushing before giving her reply "Oh dear, quite the nice user of words, you are not "too bad" either." She would flash another smile of her's Pizza knowing he would win over her...yes he could, but he could not hold back. His left hand went for it, for the breasts. Successfully grasping them before a hand of speed flew at him, his cheek being left with a hand mark, his cheek hit so bad he could not hear the yells and curses the women sent at him before she walked away, his head looking back a her passing figure to give her one word, "Bitch." Without another thing, he would move on his gaze looking around at the beautiful sights. It had seemed as time stopped moving, eyes dancing, as he gazed at the new sights, his hands being placed within his pockets, his frame relaxing, shoulders being let loose after a while now. The serenity he had longer for, vanishing under a second with the sight of two pirates he had met not too long ago.
Half closed eyes peering upon the two silhouettes while his eye brow quirked in surprise, his frame leaving his current position to walk close to the "old friends" he had. His two hands being placed at the back of his head, as his eyes moved up and down, gazing at them head to toe. Not seeing many difference's, but why would he look for any they had not parted that far together...had they? "Mhmm? Mysterious might be fag wannabe eye patch Yonko is here, and guy that yells come on marines kick my poor shitty pirate ass cause i just called all the wannabe Yonko out are here oh great. Drama is not going to stop di** riding me every day...is it?" The last remark was not really a question, but oh well from what he had gotten from them in their last meeting, Eye patch dude was going to stay silent, and the glasses guy with a shit spelled fu** as his last name was going to say some thing back and use combat, yet if he was smart he would know that marine forces surrounded them, yet Pizza was also some how alerting the Marines, after all he was talking about the two in front of him being Yonko...the one word that came to his mind was, ...Shit.
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 28, 2012 18:54:06 GMT -5
Just as Julius was about to decide on a table to go to, he saw a familiar face. Not really a friendly face, but one he didn't really hold anything against. He looked at the young pirate, noticing his large amount of winnings.
"Hey patches, didn't know you were such the lucky one... That must be the reason you made it out of our previous encounter alive. And Yonko is just a stepping stone, I plan on being king."
He then shrugged off the pirates next verbal jab, "Nah, I know I'm a real pirate, but I don't need to go around raiding villages and casinos to prove it."
He had to admit, it was kind of nice, seeing someone who knew him, he didn't hold anything against the other young man, in fact he respected his ambition and drive. He figured in another life, they could possibly be friends, but in this one, they were enemies, regardless of what he thought. As he was going to say his fairwells to the other man and go on with his gambling, another pirate showed up.
After Pizza's big spew, Julius just shook his head and sighed as several heads turned toward them, "Way to let everyone know we're pirates man, and to think, I was honestly hoping for a peaceful vacation."
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 29, 2012 18:54:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]don't ever look back.
With Pizza's sudden appearance and Julius's not so witty retort, the blonde twisted his lips into a cat-like grin before laughter erupted loudly from the depths of his soul. A hearty laughter, a genuine type of laughter would overcome him as he laughed at the two other pirates. Surely they were joking, surely they could not be anywhere near being serious. As far as he could tell, the two of these so called pirates were jokes, mere idiots. The fact that they called themselves pirates and claimed they were the same as him made him want to release his breakfast from stomach and onto their shoes. If anything could be called a joke, it would be these two and nothing else.
"I remember when I was that naive, but then I became a pirate. Catch up to me if you can, but don't be mad when I own the seas as the King of Pirates." The male said to the both of them yet focusing more on Pizza than Julius, his tone being so cool and calm it would be as if their words did not phase him in the slightest. "You talk about using that title as a stepping stone to get to the top, but a real King won't accept any title less than King. You are a joke. And your friend is just a contraceptive mishap, his mother should have shoved the wire hanger in a little bit further." Dmitri may have been physically smaller than either of the two, but fighting didn't always come down to the dimensions of your enemy. As for his words, they were cooler and sharper than any steel blade. With the type of confidence and indifference of which his tone held, anyone could clearly see that Dmitri's spirit as a pirate resonated through his entire core.
Turning his back to the two men and his right hand resting upon the pommel of his Masamune, he would speak once more. "It doesn't matter who knows I'm a pirate or not. Marines or Pirates, anyone who gets in the way of my treasure will be dealt with. Including the lot of you. But you're both all talk, I already know that to be true. So your words mean nothing to me. Get on my level and maybe we'll have a discussion worth my time."
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